Rose pov

Easy girl. I need you to be alive. I like loud, lively moans,” Russell whispered against my ear. His voice was filled with loathing.

Cold crept into my feet, and my heartbeat increased faster than I expected. I tried to free myself from his grip, but he tightened his grip around my waist, and his nails dug painfully into my skin.

“Let me go, you fucking bastard,” I said lowly, which annoyed me because I wanted to shout, but it came out as a whisper.

He chuckled before he drew me to himself; he raised my chin with his two middle fingers, making me look at him. “Did...